Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Australia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Y Pants to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Easy Going,
John Coltrane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fluxion,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sarah Menescal,
The Modern Lovers,
Lalann,
Deepchord,
Sex Pistols,
Accadde A,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Organ,
Johnny Clarke,
Tommy Roe,
Skaos,
Scan 7,
Adolescents,
Joyce Sims,
Slave,
F. McDonald,
Scrapy,
Ponytail,
Man Parrish,
The Stooges,
10cc,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crash Course in Science,
Derrick May,
Scratch Acid,
X-Ray Spex,
Skarface,
Ludus,
New Age Steppers,
Davy DMX,
Wally Richardson,
Quadrant,
Q and Not U,
Cameo,
Supertramp,
a-ha,
Simply Red,
Masters at Work,
Gil Scott Heron,
Isaac Hayes,
The Count Five,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Dirtbombs,
The Happenings,
The Raincoats,
The Searchers,
Kas Product,
John Lydon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Monks,
The Young Rascals,
Brothers Johnson,
Scion,
Radiopuhelimet,
Suburban Knight,
Peter and Kerry,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.